Chapter 536

Xiao Yanjun, who still didn't know the truth of the matter, was glad that Princess Li didn't know where to find such a skilled craftsman and was able to make a king Hu seal enough to deceive Jing Qibin. At the same time, she still felt that Princess Li was really cruel. Either she couldn't bear it or she was fatal!

At present, seeing Xiao zimubaba's coming and taking the fatal blow together, Xiao Yanjun was overjoyed and spoke to him: "I naturally believe in the character of the seventh younger brother, but I'm afraid I can't convince the people in the world..."

Xiao Zimu's back was straight, his face was unusually cold, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his chin was light, and his eyes were frozen with a dark cold idea. He asked, "fourth brother means that even I can't protect him?"

Xiao Yanjun showed a sincere look of trust on his face, but his words were: "why should the seven younger brothers be the guarantor? The little Marquis can prove his innocence. He can write the content of the letter immediately and let the three halls identify it, which will put an end to the world and the long mouth."

Xiao Zimu's face collapsed, but he still clenched his teeth and said, "if I have to, I'll guarantee it."

"The fourth brother is naturally on your side." Xiao Yanjun waved a smile on his face, but after saying that, he looked out of the hall from the courtiers on the right, picked his eyebrows and said, "just ask the courtiers outside the hall if they believe each other..."

Min Zhisong, the Minister of the Ministry of officials, was slightly glanced at by Xiao Yanjun, and immediately opened his mouth to Xiao Zimu and said, "don't stop your highness seven. It's reasonable to let the little Marquis personally write a letter, not only to the third hall, but also to our courtiers."

In addition to Xie Jiming, who was livid and Xu Wanjun, who was ugly, the courtiers responded one after another.

What a great event this is. They are the pillars of the country and the ministers of the armed forces. Naturally, they are qualified and should have a look.

The people outside the hall also shouted: "we don't believe those who burn corpses!"

"Let him write!"

"Write! Write! Write!"

The voice gradually unified, one higher than one

Kong Changhui was in all kinds of difficulties at this time, although he didn't believe that he would do such things as collaborating with the enemy and treason in early summer.

But looking at Xiao Zimu's protective posture, I'm afraid it's true. It came from the beginning of summer.

Feng Zhun didn't know when he came to his side, tilted his head towards him and purred at the hall: "Lord Kong, if you don't send someone to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I'm afraid you can't close the field..."

Xiao Zimu was burning with anxiety. If he hadn't been in the limelight that night at the Lantern Festival in early summer, he could find an excuse to fool the past and be regarded as a straw bag. It would be better to cooperate with the enemy and betray the country.

Now, even this straw bag excuse can't be used.

He forced himself to think calmly, but how could he calm down when the cries of the people and the voices of the courtiers were forced.

Xiao Zimu gritted his teeth and turned to the dejected early summer. He grabbed his wrist, attached it to his ear and whispered, "call the raven, let's fight out!"

At the beginning of summer, he was pulled by him and gradually recovered his mind. When he mentioned ravens, his eyes darkened.

Su Qian'an was sent to Hanyang by him, but the Raven also happened to disappear. At first, he thought it might be the Raven who returned to lingmen by himself.

Now it seems that it may not be true

"Ah Chu, it's too late. Let's rush out!" Xiao Zimu tightened his wrist in early summer.

At the beginning of summer, I looked up at him. The anxious and worried face was what I feared most and didn't want to see at the beginning of summer.

That look is the same as his expression when he was pierced by thousands of arrows in his last life and walked slowly and hard towards himself

That appearance frightened the heart at the beginning of summer, like falling into an abyss.

"Ah Chu!" Xiao Zimu saw that his face suddenly became very painful, so he didn't know why.

But now there was no time to immerse himself. He pulled up early summer and turned around to take him away.

"I write." At the beginning of summer, his other hand put on his shoulder. Xiao Zimu gave a meal, turned his head and looked at him in disbelief.

Xiao Zimu even began to suspect that he was not too sober. How can he write this?

When this sum falls down, it is equivalent to a confession

Burning corpses can still save one's life. It's colluding with the enemy and betraying the country, but the marquis will lose his head!

Xiao Zimu turned his head and planned to take him away by force, but behind him came the voice of early summer: "Lord Kong, please prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone."

Xiao Zimu froze in place and let Xia Chu break his clenched fingers one by one. He looked at Xia Chu's figure with despair.

At the beginning of summer, every time he broke a finger, his heart cracked.

Kong Changhui had been forced by Feng Zhun to prepare paper, ink, brush and inkstone. Although he had not seen the words in early summer, he dared not let early summer write when looking at Xiao Zimu's protective posture.

At present, at the beginning of summer, he raised it himself. He could no longer bite his teeth and insisted, and ordered the Yamen to prepare.

The two yamen servants were very agile. In a moment, they carried a bookcase and covered it with paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

At the beginning of summer, he turned to Xiao Zimu and smiled at him calmly: "please grind Zimu for me."

Xiao Zimu didn't want to and was reluctant. What's the difference between letting him personally send him on the road in early summer? He instinctively resisted

Even shook his head and took two steps back.

"Zi mu, believe me." At the beginning of summer, I took a look at the direction of the inkstone.

Xiao Zimu stopped. He couldn't refuse this sentence.

He, always believe him.

Xiao Zimu came forward, picked up the sleeve robe of his right hand with his left hand, and grinded it for him with his right hand.

At the beginning of summer, Xiao Zimu's heart trembled as he touched his pen.

At the beginning of summer, when he was stained with ink, he began to write. Xiao Zimu didn't even dare to look sideways and slightly turned his head away.

"All right." There are only seven words in total. At the beginning of summer, the rice paper was pulled out from under the ruler.

Xiao Zimu looked at the Yamen coming forward to take it. Finally, he couldn't help turning his head with the figure of the Yamen and looking at the rice paper.

At this sight, the pupils suddenly narrowed and the eyes were startled.

He couldn't believe it. He took the rice paper that was not dry in ink from the beginning of summer. It was written with seven words: peace of mind, peace of mind.

But this running script, where is the arrogant and domineering grass in the past, is clearly a skilled and neat Ruoshui small regular script!

The Yamen servant who came over looked at Xiao Zimu with the words of early summer in his hand. His face was stunned and had to speak to him: "Your Highness, the word of little Marquis..."

Xiao Zimu just regained his consciousness. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly and handed him the words with confidence.

Waiting for the Yamen to present the one handed in by Su qianle and the one just written in early summer to the third hall for identification, Xiao Zimu looked sideways at early summer and whispered, "ah Chu, you..."

At the beginning of the summer, he looked at him and said softly, "Zi mu, you forgot that the night I left Beijing, when you sent me back to the house, you asked me which master's post you were facing."